This may be a six degrees of sort of thing but it does not involve Kevin Bacon. Not that I know of. I suppose it's possible. Dude be slippery like that
Back when I was churning out corporate videos the way Tiny Tom churns out those little donuts at the fair, we used a few professional voice over guys to do the narration My favourite was a guy named Roger King
Roger would come into my studio at one in the morning, do a quick read of the script and burn through it flawlessly, usually in one read
He quickly got to know the rhythm of my writing and could give me what I wanted, no fuss no muss. Always a good guy too
I knew that Roger was not just a Voice, he also ripped a lot of other voice people. Well apparently he's a film maker as well
He has created a documentary. Roger has made a movie called I Am What I Play, focussing on a handful of famous radio DJs from back in the day when the voices you heard on the dial actually were responsible for the music they spun
I have yet to see the film, I certainly will, not just for my connection with Roger but the subject matter appeals to me. I grew up at the tail end of that era, when the DJs had influence about the music they played (can we spell Payola) and just before the music was programmed by the same sort of commerce oriented computer that picks the flavours for the McFlurry
Wasn't there a WKRP episode about that? Yes, Virginia, there was
At any rate, that's today's sortofkindofinaway brush with celebrity
Check out the trailer if you so desire. And you desire. You so, so desire
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